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Power is life in it's purest form.

As the days slink by, I can feel my soul falling further and further into the abyss. I once thought that life was meant to be enjoyed to it's fullest through any means necessary, but I now see that is untrue. Life is at it's peak when you hold it in your hands. When you have conquered the obstacles that stand before you, those that lie in the delusion from which I have thrown myself, then you see what it truely means to be alive. Surely this is why Charlemagne conquered Europe, or why Napoleon attempted the same feat. Many men like them, such as Hitler, used power as a different means, as a way of helping themselves to another goal. But power is meant only as a way of attaining more power, or keeping the power you already have. This world holds limitless power for those that can see it, those that have lost all of their humanity.

(P.S. Hitler's evil, by the way. That's what I mean by that.)